A lost soul that’s half whole needs arms to wrap around.
To Keep it sound and eternally bound to a land it can no longer feel.
To feel the substance in an illusive touch can come to help it heal.
Yet reaching out in the abyss of self can loosens ones grip and clutch,
Yet evermore reach out one must.
Yet forever divine.
Let self be ones own.
Let self be ones guide.
In a world apart.
In a chasm divide.
Stand on thine own,
Yet stand in thine pride.
Forever be strong,
Drawing the warmth, substance and love from inside.
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